Chapter 64

Wolfe's POV. In the early morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of the sketch papers on my desk. I'd finally completed the sketches for my new jewelry collection. Surprisingly, most of the days I did any reasonable work were usually after spending some quality time with Makenna. As much as I was annoyed about our secret meet-ups, they had a certain thrill to them. I often looked forward to them. The thought of not being with her as I wanted to—all because of the damned contact—was annoying as hell. I scoffed at the thought. Now that I had completed the sketches, there'd be no need for the contract. Besides, one thing was sure: Makenna was mine, and I can't wait to show the world that. Even if it meant marrying her. Shit, Wolfe. Marrying her? Where did that come from? I chuckled in amusement at the thought. I wanted to make her my wife. Like an actual marriage, with kid